Lost outside in midnight rain
Still trying to get home...
Im looking in the mirror
about to use this razor...
My eyes are now blind
while my memory lost...
One cut
Two cut...
Leaning against a city wall, `
marking indifferent time with a cigarette...
Standing high above the innocents.
Unforgiven he is dubbed...
I Run The Blade Across My Wrist.
Fountains Of Blood Appears Upon The Surface...
He gets a call in from work that day,
Saying one tower had just been hit...
Angelic darkness
wishing to find some kind of love...
Looking in the pockets
Of my sister's coat...
The new moon is coming
what a brilliant light...
If I were gone
tell me what is the reaction...